In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Considering all the preparations, discussions, and experiences both he and Evie had gone through, Erebos had been a welcome part and addition to their busy lives. “Yes,” he agreed with a smile, though the following question had his brows furrowing. Not with frustration or irritation, but something like a pressure built and notched over his spine; of days where his own life was molded and melded to take a certain turn in childhood, and how quickly it had succumbed. “No.” Prospering expectations upon an infant made his ribs ache, let alone striving to carve a perceived path for a boy who giggled and squirmed, who still had innocence, who didn’t need to be burdened with anything save for things he craved, cherished, and wanted in life. “I would not want to put such pressure on him. We will support him in the endeavors he seeks.” The Sword hadn’t even craved this role; he certainly couldn’t toss the mantle towards his flesh and blood. That Elizabeth hadn’t been here long made more sense with the trajectory of the conversation – though the mountains, the frigid plains, and the wide-open tundra was a much different outline than Torchline. “What made you choose Halo then?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace